"Lacey." She said casually, tight grip around the hilt of her knife falling slack. She followed the two of them. Cole clearly had a power with ice, but she didn't know about Gabriel. SHe wondered if there was such thing as a repeat in powers, did any two supers have the same power? Was there any research about their kind? She didn't know, she had never met another super, and she didn't know her own family, so she didn't even know if their afflictions were genetic. "So, you guys know anything? About us?" She asked softly ad they neared the end of the alley.

Gabriel looked back. "Never heard of you. But I'm sure we'll get along just fine." He looked back and smirked. "Oh, you meant us as a race? Well", he said, dropping his voice. "We're mutants. Blemishes on the human race. We are alien, strange, abnormal. People like Alastair King don't want us ruining his perfect world. We fight for survival. Iceboy over here seems to have trouble with that." He glanced over at Cole and smirked. "You're probably wondering about me. Well. Let's just say, I'm a good person to have on your side. If not, I'm a...Nightmare."

"We're not mutants." Lacey said firmly. "We're people. If King has a problem with that, he can bring it up with our highly superior skill set." She shrugged. Gabriel seemed fairly lighthearted for someone nicknamed Nightmare. Cole wasn't much of a talker, but then neither was Lacey. "I want to know our biology. It would help. A lot. I can't even go out during the day anymore." She explained. Her hand went to her forehead as she felt the first wave of dizziness that signified dawn was on the way. "Speaking of the sun, I need to find someplace dark."

Gabriel looked back. "Fine." he grunted and beckoned them into an alley. He kep walking until theyreached a dead end, and he typed an unseen code into the wall. It opened up, and led them into a cavernous stairwell. "One of my haunts," Gabriel explained. "And for you, Lacey- I don't know our biology. Sorry. No one does."

Cole looked back, "like Gabriel suggested we may be mutants. I mean look at it, these changes are great, it's a huge leap from humans who can't perform these tasks to... Us." Cole said, then he thought, "maybe it has to do with natural selection, you now Darwin's theory? Maybe our bodies are sensing a danger and therefore we were genetically changed before we were born and that's how we have these powers today."

Gabriel sighed. He had thought of all that, and yet it didn't seem right. It was nothing less than divine, his "power". To be able to creat objects from thoughts in his head? Not scientifically possible. Oh well, the kid is young. He'll learn. "Let's get you inside." He said to Lacey. "Come on, Cole. I think we should call eachother by code-names. Superhero names, if you will. I'm Nightmare, Cole's Jack Frost. What do you want to be, Lacey?"

Then Cole thought for a bit, "or maybe, I've done some studying on the cromosomes in our bodies. There are parts of the cromosomes that aren't DNA. What if they are some sort of code that activates the powers in us, but it can only happen in birth or some rare occasions after birth. It might also have something to do with the brain. Albert Einstien said that we are only using about 10 percent of our brain correct If we were able to use a bit more..." Cole thought he was reaching something. If only they had a smart super.

Lacey hurried inside and pressed her back to the wall. She wiped the trickle of blood from her nose and shrugged. "Uh... Call me Lucky." Lacey was very, very lucky. "Wait a second, if there are more of us, how many actually were able to get away?" She wondered aloud. The thought that there were more "people like them" somewhere, killed for who they are, if they were lucky made her sick. The unlucky ones were probably test subjects, if Lacey was "normal" she would want to know everything she could about their kind. The CDC was no different.

Gabriel chuckled at the naivete of this kid. "Cole," he said. "Give it a rest. We're not any where close enough to figuring out our chromosomes and deciding what makes us the way we are. Someone will get it eventually, but it's not going to be us."

"Why not us?" Lacey asked. "I mean, this kid can make ice from thin air, I can see all these tiny little cells individually and move them around. With our minds. Who says we're not smart enough to figure this out. All I really need is an answer for why I can't be out in the sun." She said. "It wasn't always this way, I just got bad sunburns, but by the time I was eight I couldn't even go outside during the day." She wiped her face again and held out her bloody hand as proof. "Can you two go outside in the sun?"

"It's a possibility, I'm just thinking of the possibilities, if there's anything life has ever taught me it's that nothing's impossible until you can disprove it even then there'll still be a way to make it possible. If we're here then that must prove a whole lot of new stuff wouldn't it?" Cole defended his answer, "it's like religion. Right now I'm guessing."

Gabriel liked what he was hearing. If these two kids wanted to find out the truth as much as he did, then maybe..."Allright." He announced. "I think I know someone who may be able to help us. He's a scientist in Denver. Ostracized from the scientific community after a couple horrible experiments with animals and humans, but...he's trustworthy. I'm the only Super he's examined. If he could look at your genetic makeup...it might give us a clue."

"Of course." Lacey said with a grin. "Oh, but before we leave I need to take of... Long story short, there's a bag in the AC system on the roof of that office building a block away. I need it, and I also need to get to my car. Then we can go." She said. Lacey glanced back to the door and sighed in frustration. She couldn't even leave until the sun set, and that was another twelve hours or so.